Sleeping in buses,
Staring at skies,
As they turn from blue,
To starry blacks.
Opening the windows,
Enjoying the breeze,
Hair blowing with it,
Stomach at a bit of unease.
Getting down and being quick,
In gathering dinner and eating it
Talking and talking and talking,
About utter nonsense, followed by laughing.
And when the journey ends,
Excitement followed by a sad feeling.
Home was the destination
But we also lived for the journey.
A/N: Couldn’t post yesterday coz bus journey and we were pretty much in a lying down position all the time 😛